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Woman's Got a Mind to Change

The Bacon Brothers

Forosoco

1997

on a hill
He never gave his Uncle Sam a damn dollar bill
I said are you afraid to die
He said son what you talkin
I'll be comin back
In that door your walking

niggas was talking about me cuz)
Tell me that you fucking (Wooo)

Yeah I just wanna put my momma house up in the hills 
And still have leftover bills 
For

anymore that's a

Checkity checkity checkity check
Wreckity wreckity wreckity wreck
Gonna be stackin these dollar bills
Until I get to Beverly hills

Oooo,

It's been a long time coming screaming welcome to the intro
Snuck in to the game like I'm walking in on my tip toes 
Ten hoes said my drip harder

me, never leave my side
Grabbing up a bag dollar bill, we ride
Tho a couple dollars for the jet plane right
Whole squad tear it all down one time

to being a loose-arm Christian

When you're walking with the Lord
Any way you can lose, but everybody in the cousin
People that lose, stay on point
Let your

Real life is fiction
Chilling with my bros as we cook up in the kitchen
When I face my foes gotta make sure got extensions
Guided by the spirit so

will enter in
Working so hard to try to pay the bills
Working so hard but never up the hill
Slowly declining his timings always perfect
Surprise you

counterfeit
Demons curious, how's they souls-like?
Blade off Elden Ring
New chop serious
Oh my lord(lorde) she singing for the team
I go Keith Lee
Eat her then

On His way to clear up all of that
Finally got my legs back
The Spirit got me Holy filled
Throwing jabs and dancing on the devil
Like I'm Holyfield
Fasting

Are you still taking them pills?
Are they still giving you thrills?
Does your coat still sound like a maraca when you're walking up and down, around

everyday shoes that are cleats
He's walking backward on a hill that is steep
Rok made the Lyricist style unique like a fingerprint
Of a Jesus freak dove

eyelids
When walking by faith, this holy place is not hidden
My sisters and brothers, we will get out of this world's prison
And with our sins forgiven, we

bentleys 
Pullin’ up in anything less that’ll cross the line
Pat my chest then I pat my pants 
Where the f*** it’s at I then loss my mind
We give you credit

J town what's up it's your boy baby
Everything I am is what you and the Lord made me
You want drama you want action it's us baby
We're a hell

and clothes
Attracted to hoes
I'm doing some shit that she don't even knows

Got a problem? I can handle these things
My g always with a knife like it's lord

it feel like he'll they sending momma bills
We was strapped up on that block had to play the field 
I'm just cruising with the gang to them mountain

the bails
Im working on foremaning mills
I want me a crib in the hills
I done took care the shit by myself
Made it up used to work with a little
In the field

down into the grave would you ride for me
I came a long way lil baby likemikes23
I lift my eyes up to the hills that's where my help coming from
Keep

on a hill side
I was in the middle seeking out the trails
I was deep into my soul
I could see the misery, blooming up my home
Don't tell me how to go, I could

keep it 100, ion keep no small bills
Big wrist think my shit broke
So m worked off the shit still
Perfected the lines, but that shits not coke
I could

a toupee
I want Fiasco like Lupe
Celebrate success
Now I'm pouring up the Dusse
Got to thank the Lord
That I haven't caught a new case
And I'm still free out

Arm with the rifle 
On roof Like a sni...per 
My niggas locked send a kite 
Free all my niggas 
Locked up doing life 
(Huh)
Won't talk too much 
Get

much
I'm a rebel on the rhythm swinging
Sting you up be careful and fearful of all
The things you trust
Y'all mixed race cats coming
To my show